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President W. E. Shkadek 

First Vice-President J. L. Adams 

Second Vice-President W. W. Young 

Secretary H. J. Wieneke 

Treasurer 0. A. Byington 

Necrologist Mrs. G. R. Irish 

Editor Year Book 0. A. Byington 

Executive Committee 

P. A. KoRAB H. A. Strub 

S. H. Cox L. G. Shaper 

Frank Greer 




We have attempted in this issue of the Year Book of the 
Old Settlers' Association to give to the reader authentic 
incidents descriptive of the early conditions in Johnson 
County. They are narrated in each case by the person 
having actual knowledge of the conditions described. 

The time has come when more attention should be given 
to collecting and putting into permanent form the authentic 
history of the early settlement and development of this 
county. Everything that is now put into print, which is 
described by the person who personally knows the truth of 
the description, must necessarily in later days be of value 
in collecting the authentic data for the permanent history 
of the county, which some day will be written. 

With this thought in mind we have attempted to present 
some articles describing some of the early conditions which 
obtained in Johnson County. 



The Annual Reunion of the Old Settlers' Association for 
the year 1919 was held at the City Park on August 20, 1919. 

A large number of the old settlers repaired to the 
grounds in the forenoon and enjoyed picnic dinners under 
the shade of the beautiful old trees of the park. 

The formal program was had at 2 o'clock, and was par- 
ticipated in by local speakers. 

Invocation was offered by Rev. RoUin Sherck. 

Very interesting and eloquent addresses were made by 
Judge Ralph Otto, Rev. Ira J. Houston, and Attorney Henry 
G. Walker. 

The audience was dismissed with the singing of 
* ' America ' \ 

An unusually large number of Old Settlers was present 
and the reunion was voted a great success by all. 

From the War Department's (S. U. I.) hospital came 
fourteen soldiers and sailors of the world war. Prof. Bruce 
Mahan, secretary of the War Camp Community Service, in 

They were the welcome guests of loyal civilians and also 
of the brave ^'boys of blue" of long-gone war period. After 
the mid-day repast, came the literary program. Attorney 
Walter M. Davis, president of the J ohnson County Savings 
Bank, is president of the association, and presided. 

Henry J. Wieneke, serving as secretary, has filled that 
post for more than a third of a century. Since 1884 — just 
35 years ago — he has been the efficient secretary every year 
save one (and then he was promoted into the presidency, 
from which he demoted himself after the honor had been 
forced on him a year). 


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He is one of the real fathers of the big log cabins, wherein 
the pioneers and other visitors today viewed the mementos 
of bygone generations in Johnson County. 

Mr. Wieneke occupied a chair, which he had hewed from 
hickory, and partly lathed into form, aided by an old horse 
— on the old time Charles Gaymon farm, near Solon, in 
1853. The family has had this chair 66 years now. Mr. 
Wieneke was a cabinet-making apprentice when he created 
this chair, years before Uncle Sam profited by his services 
as a brave soldier on the frontier. 


AND 1920 


June 19, 1919. Cash balance 

August 2, 1919. Collections 

August 2, 1919. Annuals sold 

August 21, 1919. Cash collection at reunion 

$ .88 


Collection at store 



June 19, 1919. Stamps and envelopes 

August 21, 1919. Coffee and programs 

August 21, 1919. Clearing and putting up lumber 

August 21, 1919. Englert Ice Co 

$ .43 

To Treasurer Byington 




[In June, 1915, Al. Moore, who for many years was a reporter on the Des 
Moines Begister, revisited Iowa City where he was born, after an absence of 
fifty years. He published in the Begister a lengthy descriptive article, written 
in a very racy and readable style, portions of which we take the liberty of re- 
producing. His descriptions of the scenes and acquaintances of a half century 
ago are of interest, and we are sure will be read with great pleasure by the old 
settlers of this community. — Editor.] 

Did you ever forsake the scenes of your youth and return 
after an absence of fifty years'? If not, you have missed 
one of the most pathetic dramas of life. What are the sen- 
sations! I can tell you, for quite recently this was an ex- 
perience of my own. At the close of thirteen years of child- 
hood and early youth, devoted largely to school and play at 
Iowa City, I left that place in August, 1866. Three weeks 
ago, after an absence of almost fifty years, I returned and 
devoted several days to visiting the Third Ward school, 
which I attended during 1862-3-4-5, and to seeing other 
familiar things. I had not seen the school building since 
the summer of 1864, when I attended school taught by John 
P. Irish. Afterwards I attended the Second Ward, six 
blocks distant, where my instructress was Miss Kate Brain- 
erd (now Mrs. Rogers). Being lately afflicted with a dis- 
ease which the physicians tell me is of a nature that may 
demand its final toll sooner or later, and suspecting that 
perhaps I had not an extended lease of life, I resolved to 
gratify a long insistent yearning to go back and meet again 
the schoolmates with whom I was associated in the early 
60 's. I found only four or five of those whom I had known 
in the far off yesterdays when life was in its morning and 
when it stretched away into the alluring perspective and 

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multiplied hopes and rose-hued visions of remote tomor- 

As I sped away on the fleet wings of the Rocky Mountain 
Limited over the Rock Island, toward my treasured desti- 
nation, interest for me focused about the old school house 
and the ball grounds, upon the latter of which, with other 
boys, I played when the Civil War was brewing and soldiers 
were marching away to the front. The thoughts and near- 
theater of boyhood swept me back through the haze of the 
years and recalled memories of dramas that had grown dim 
upon the canvas of the mind. I wanted to stroll about the 
grounds and meditate on events that had occurred in the 
years of my carefree adolescence when bathing in the river 
and basking in the sand under a genial summer sun were 
joys that had fleeted with the passing years. Hence upon 
arriving at Iowa City I hurried away to the Third Ward 
school house, situated in the northern portion of the town. 

School was in session, and being modestly inclined, I re- 
vised an original intention to enter unheralded, and instead 
strayed off to the old ball ground, half a block north. As I 
stood on its edge, mutely contemplative and absorbed in 
memories of far away days, I sought to repeople the ground 
with the faces of the boys with whom I had bravely fought 
games when I was in the dawn of youth ; but I was attempt- 
ing to recall a vanishing generation. Unlike myself, more 
favored, they had gone to return no more. 

Like the educated New Zealander sitting on a broken 
column of London bridge, in a measure, I was attempting to 
summon before me in the twilight of life faces that had 
grown dim upon the canvas of memory. That once merry 
group has dispersed long ago never to reassemble upon the 
old playgrounds. They had gone as completely as had the 
years that knew them in the long a^o. When last I had seen 
the playgrounds they were bare and occupied an open space 

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of perhaps eighty acres. Now they were shaded by sturdy 
trees, many of them eighteen or twenty inches in diameter. 
The silent finger of time had been busy and written large in 
arboreal script during the two and a half decades of my 
absence. Like the man so pathetically portrayed in Twen- 
ty Years Ago/' I found '^barefooted boys at play'' upon the 
grounds, but they were the boys of another generation. 
They were on the field of my early athletic sport, and be- 
tween them and myself there stretched an abyss that 
yawned across the hiatus of a half a century. They were 
small boys. In discursive conversation with these and oth- 
ers larger, I soon discovered that I was in a strange city 
talking to strange boys of a forgotten past. 

Later I called upon the teachers to whom I explained my 
abrupt presence by stating that I had come to revisit the 
scenes of my youth. They seemed inspired by sentiments 
that kindled interest with recital of my brief story. Miss 
Mary Shalla, the youngest of the corps of teachers, I learned 
was a niece of a boy, John Shalla, with whom I had gone to 
school in the 60 's. When the Twenty-second Iowa Infantry 
was organized and drilling at Iowa City he had joined it as 
a drummer boy and gone away to war in '62, when the 
Twenty-second and Twenty-eighth regiments departed from 
Camp Pope for the front. I recalled one Sunday in the 
summer of '62 when Mr. Shalla, tricked out in the bravery 
of a blue uniform and a rakish military cap when he came 
home on a furlough from Vicksburg, then recently fallen be- 
fore the assaults of General Grant, sitting beside a shallow 
pond, had drawn in soft mud for our inspection, a rough 
sketch of the fortifications about Vicksburg. In our eyes 
he was a veritable hero. How I dreamed that some day I, 
too, would be a drummer boy and proudly beat the snare 
drum in front of marching legions ! 

**Mr. Moore, may we inquire the names of some of the 
teachers employed at the Third Ward in the early sixties?" 

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I meditated a moment, summoning up from the dusty past 
the names of those to whom I had gone to school during the 
sixties. They flitted in phantom procession illusively be- 
fore my mental vision. 

^'As I recall them,'' I said, '^they were Mr. John P. Irish, 
Mr. Joseph Swafford, Miss Kate Brainerd, Miss Patton, 
Miss Bevans, and Miss Theresa Ryan." The senior teach- 
er could not recall ever having heard of any of these except 
Mr. Irish, Miss Brainerd, and Miss Ryan. Somehow the 
school rooms seemed smaller than they did fifty years ago ; 
but, perhaps, youth sublimates its early environment and 
mayhap time dwarfs them as seen through the spectacles of 
a generation that had come, played its brief part upon the 
stage of time and passed on. Soon I observed that I was 
talking to those teachers of a time that had preceded their 
birth. When I made inquiry after those who had been my 
schoolmates I received so often the sad reply, ^^Oh, (he) or 
(she) has been dead for twenty or thirty years," I suggest- 
ed perhaps I could save time by going to the old cemetery 
and calling the roll from the tombstones. Minnie McCleary, 
they told me, had died forty years ago; Alta Jones had 
passed from the ken of those who had known her and her 
fate was unknown; John, Mary, Kate and Maggie Borts 
had lived their brief span of life and passed on into the land 
of shadows; Rebecca Hockinberry (now Mrs. Bachman) 
fell a widow by the sudden death of her husband, resided 
on West Bloomington Street; Carrie Wetherby had sur- 
vived the years and continued at the old home on East 
Market Street; Miss Flora McCleary, the last of a family 
of eleven daughters, like Miss Wetherby, had preferred a 
life of single blessedness and lived near the city hall. I 
was directed to her home by Mayor George Koontz, who 
had known her parents and the family in the early times. 

Later I called upon Miss Wetherby at her home that still 

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nestled in a setting of evergreens, flowers, and tasty shrub- 
bery. Miss Wetherby is the daughter of I. N. Wetherby, 
Iowa City's pioneer photographer and artist, who came 
first to the town from Boston in 1854. He died ten or more 
years ago, leaving Miss Carrie and a married daughter, 
Mrs. Ida Heubner, the latter of whom resides at Fort Dodge. 
They are the only surviving members of the family. I 
called upon Miss Carrie at her home and devoted a delight- 
ful two hours to reminiscences of the years when both of us 
were children. I did not recognize her when she answered 
my summons at the door, nor do I suspect she recognized 
me. My once coal black hair had bleached to snow ; the fire 
of youth was burning low, and the former round contour of 
my face had taken on the seams of age which the withering 
finger of time had traced upon my features since last she 
had seen me in boyhood. 

I called upon Miss Flora McCleary, whose father was not 
only a leading citizen of Iowa City in the 50 's and 60 's, but 
ranked high among the jurists of Iowa about the time of 
the Civil War. 

Lastly, I called upon Francis Kane, a former member of 
the old Third Ward school brigade. He told me that a num- 
ber of years ago himself and his wife had visited Europe 
and gone to see the Palace of Peace, erected by Andrew 
Carnegie at The Hague. While in Paris he had the pleas- 
ure of meeting Frank Cohick, another of the Third Ward 
schoolboys, who, for a number of years, has been engaged 
in writing for the Daily Parisien, a leading journal of the 
French capital. 

Two other pupils of the Third Ward, Miss Ida Corning 
and Miss Mattie Shell, are yet residents of the city; but, 
much to my regret, I was not favored to meet them on the 
occasion of my visit. 

The old town has undergone very great changes in fifty 

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years. Clinton Street appears much as it did in the 60 ^s, 
with its prim business fronts facing the state university 
campus and buildings. Washington Street had changed 
not a great deal, with the exception of Metropolitan Hall, 
an ancient edifice, which was destroyed by fire a dozen or 
more years ago. 

Another old time schoolmate whom I had the pleasure of 
meeting, though only briefly, was Frank Luse, *^Posie,'' as 
we had dubbed him when both of us were pupils of Miss 
Kate Brainerd at the Second Ward. 


Terrill's mill, an ancient corn cracker, situated on the 
Iowa River, north of the city, like the brush dam that im- 
pounded the water that turned its wheels, has vanished and 
been duplicated by a modern dam constructed by the state, 
two miles farther down the river. Mr. Terrill was an unique 
figure at Iowa City fifty years ago. But like the mill and 
the dam, he has passed into the misty realms of forgotten 

Mr. Terrill was a native of Georgia, who came to Iowa 
City in the 50 's. He left a very considerable fortune to his 
daughter (now Mrs. Euclid Sanders) upon his death twenty- 
odd years ago. Mr. and Mrs. Sanders live in a handsome 
stone residence at the foot of a bold bluff, two miles north 
of the city, near the old mill site, where she was born. 

En route to the old mill site I paused to cast a line into 
the current of the Iowa River, but the fish had forgotten me. 

Near the site of a point where in my youth, with other 
young patriots, I once erected a frowning fortress on the 
west bank of the river and named it Fort Pickens, appre- 
hending it might become an object of attack by the Confed- 
erate navy, Iowa City has spanned the river with a steel 
bridge that connects it with a lovely public park. 

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The boyhood home of James G. Berryhill of this city, 
crowning the summit of a gentle elevation that slopes away 
from the north to Church Street, three blocks south, has 
been transmuted into a beautiful lawn punctuated with ex- 
quisite shrubbery and flowers. Here Jimmy'' and other 
boys, including myself, were wont, on Saturday afternoons 
in winter, to gather on ' ^ Slaughter House ' ' hill and slide to 
our hearts' content. The little peons" of the vicinity as- 
siduously cultivated the friendship of Jimmy" for the 
very human reason that he was the editor and publisher of 
a handsome sled bottomed with half round iron which gave 
it great speed descending the grade. Mr. Charles Berryhill, 
his father, who sustained relations to Iowa City very similar 
to those at present enjoyed by Mr. F. M. Hubbell to Des 
Moines, was quite wealthy, while ourselves and our parents 
were as poor as church mice and gloried in our poverty. 
However, this did not in the least deter us from greedily 
picking up occasional crumbs that fell from the tables of 
pleasure of Jimmy," who despite his later graduation into 
the ranks of ''plutocracy" in his boyhood was a fine little 
democrat socially. 


The grounds southeast of the city, where were the drill 
grounds of the Twenty-second and Twenty-eighth Iowa in- 
fantry regiments in August and September of '62, have 
been divided off into lots ; where once strutted the wrinkled 
front of war, is now dotted with handsome residences. The 
guard houses, the white tents, and the shadowy soldiery of 
the '60 's are so completely effaced that a present resident of 
Iowa City would not suspect the site was once an armed 
camp. But I vividly recall the stirring scenes enacted upon 
the grounds in the fall of '62, when, with my grandmother 
and aunts, I user] to visit the camp daily until the soldiers 

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were borne away in box cars, for the soldiers of the Civil 
War, unlike those who fared forth to grip with the Span- 
iards in 1898, did not go to war in Pullman cars nor carry 
in their knapsacks soft woollen blankets. 


The sign that once swung to the breeze from a handsome 
business front on Clinton Street, opposite the University 
campus, proclaiming the goods that Moses Bloom had to 
sell and announcing that he was the pioneer clothing mer- 
chant of Iowa City, has vanished into the dim and shadowy 
past. How fleeting are the broken shafts and how perishing 
the granite monuments by which thrifty commerce fain 
would transmit its name to remote posterity I And how pa- 
thetically futile are human ambitions to write the fame of 
today for perusal of coming generations! How illusively 
tapering spires point their shining finials heavenward only 
to yield at last to the effacing finger of time as exemplified 
by the vanishing monuments of Nineveh and Tyre. Fifty 
years hence how many of another and a heedless generation 
will recall the names of the worthy gentlemen who today 
are so industriously seeking to carve their names upon the 
tablets of imperishable bronze or enduring marble? Alas 
for human vanity and human desire attempting to inscribe 
its deeds upon the scroll of eternity only for posterity to 
learn it is writ in water and imprinted upon shifting sands ! 


In the autumn of 1839 an Indian chief, Kisko-cosh by 
name, came to onr house just after dark, accompanied by 
another Indian, and asked to stay over night. My father 
told him that we had no bed for them to sleep in. Our house 
at that time was only a one story log cabin, and we were a 
family of nine. Oh, the chief said, they could just lie down 
before the fire in their blankets and make no trouble, and so 
they were permitted to stay. 

They were up early in the morning before any of the 
family had begun to stir, brought in a back log for the big 
fireplace and started up the fire, and then got some water 
and out at the wash-block proceeded to go through their 
morning ablutions. They not only washed their faces and 
hands, but bared their breasts and applied the cold water 
plentifully to them, after which they proceeded to take a 
morning walk back in the hills; but they returned by the 
time my mother had breakfast ready. 

The chief was very talkative and told at the breakfast 
table that he had visited Washington and had dined with 
the President. 

^'Let me see,'' said father, ''was Jackson President 

''No," said the chief, "Van Buren." 

Father asked him what they had to eat, and he said with 
a big flourish of his right hand, ^'One great big pancake/^ 

When they came to leave the chief offered to pay for 
their night's lodging and breakfast, and on father's re- 
fusal to take any pay the chief was very profuse in his 
thanks for the entertainment. 

Kisko-cosh was a war chief of the Sacs and Foxes but 
his manners did not seem warlike, which reminded me of 
what my mother used to tell of the great chief Black Hawk 

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whom she saw in her girlhood days when her father was 
moving with his family from Ohio to Michigan. The story 
was, as she related it, as I remember, that Black Hawk 
and his people who were with him had been east to receive 
presents, and had camped close to where her father and 
family had camped. 

The Indians were getting ready to break camp and Black 
Hawk stayed behind until all had started when he turned 
to the white people and said, ^'Good bye, my friends, I am 
going to my home beyond the Mississippi.'' 

This speech as well as the speech and manner of Kisko- 
cosh does not sound like the stolid savage the Indian is gen- 
erally believed to be. The fact is that there is something 
kindly in his nature as is shown by the historical fact that 
when Roger Williams was banished from the commonwealth 
of Massachusetts for heresy he was received by the Indians 
with open arms. 

The pioneers are most assuredly entitled to the greatest 
credit for what they did and endured, and their lives were 
not without enjoyment, but there are those who talk about 
the ^^good old pioneer days" who do not seem to realize 
the wonderful change that has taken place in everything 
pertaining to an advanced civilization. They do not seem 
to realize the difference between a modern house for a fam- 
ily of eight or ten persons, and a one-room log cabin with a 
window of four panes of glass and a clapboard door and 
stick chimney. How would such people like to be relegated 
to the days of the wooden mouldboard plough to take the 
place of the present steel mouldboard plough and the farm 
tractor; to go back to the *^good old days" of pine knots 
and tallow-dip candles for light, to displace the incandescent 
lamp and electric light of the present day. ^'But/' say they, 
^^high cost of living is awful! 

Yes, it is awful, but it is hoped that when the great army 

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of men who were in the war in one way or another, get back 
into the channels of production instead of ravenous con- 
sumption, and the government has succeeded in curbing the 
despicable cupidity of the ravenous profiteer, that there will 
be a change for the better, and that prices will assume a 
more normal condition. 

In conclusion I wish to speak of a valued pioneer, to wit : 
Capt. Frederick M. Irish, who assisted in the building of 
the capitol of the territory of Iowa, now the central building 
of the University. 

Capt. Irish hauled the most if not all the stone for the 
water table of that admirable building from a quarry in the 
southeastern corner of Linn County. As I remember he did 
the hauling with ox teams and crossed the Cedar River at 
Sutliff 's ferry. We lived about a mile from the ferry and 
the captain while engaged in that work was a frequent vis- 
itor at our house and I think sometimes stayed over night 
with us. He was the most entertaining talker and story 
teller, I think, that I ever listened to. He had been a sailor 
in his younger days and was engaged in the whale fishing. 
I was at this time about eleven years old, and was wonder- 
fully fascinated by his stories of the sea and of the har- 
pooning of the whales, etc. 


My earlier recollections of Iowa City go back to a period 
beyond the half century mark, when, as a mere school boy, 
I came to the city with my parents to make it my home. 
The father who had drafted the words into our state consti- 
tution which created the State University of Iowa and of 
which institution he was a member of the first board of 
regents had but a short time before been elected to the chair 
of Professor of Natural History, also curator and librarian 
of its museum and library. We had moved to the city and 
taken up our residence in the large three story brick on 
South Clinton Street, now occupied by Mr. Brennan, just 
south of the Cochran home. After living here a time, we 
moved into the old south hall of the University, which build- 
ing, afterwards used by the medical department, was burned 
some years ago. It stood just back of the Liberal Arts 
Building. This building was built for a dormitory, but nev- 
er used as such. Later, it was fitted up and used for recita- 
tion rooms and for society halls. Around this old building 
cluster many hallowed associations. For some time, our 
family were the only occupants thereof and in that building, 
some of the most prominent men and women of the day were 
entertained, such as Agassiz, the great naturalist, John B. 
Gough, the noted temperance lecturer, the genial Mark 
Twain, and a host of others. 

Only a short time before this, news had been received that 
Fort Sumter had been fired upon. Everybody — men, wom- 

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en, and children, gathered together in little groups and 
talked of nothing but war. The spirit was catching. Patri- 
otism burned at its very height. Our honored citizen, Gov- 
ernor Kirkwood, issued his first proclamation, calling for a 
regiment of troops to go to the scene of war. All was excite- 
ment in our little city. In a short time, some twenty-one 
companies had been organized ; small bands of soldiers were 
drilling here and there ; and soon after this a large number 
of cavalrymen were encamped over at the old fair grounds 
across the river, and a large body of soldiers were likewise 
encamped at Camp Pope, on the hill near the Strohm resi- 
dence. The recruiting station was in a building just oppo- 
site the southeast corner of the campus and all day long, 
and far into the night, the music of fife and drum could be 
heard. Well do we remember how we school boys of the 
model and public schools wished that we were men that we 
might enlist and go to war. We early organized a little 
company and I recall how Captain Cree made for each of 
us a little wooden gun, and I believe no body of soldiers ever 
drilled more regularly than did we boys of that day. I shall 
not live long enough to forget our reception over at the 
camp at the old fair grounds where we drilled with the men, 
messed with them, and spent the night as their guests, much 
to the displeasure of some of our mothers. Nor shall I for- 
get our drilling out at Camp Pope when Colonel Miller took 
such interest in us. Harvey Graham had assisted in our 
drilling and we had attracted about as much attention as 
any one company of soldiers in camp at that time. 

During these exciting days, when news came of a Union 
victory, it was a very common sight to have big bon-fires on 
the streets and I recall assisting in preparing rows of can- 
dles in every window of the four floors of the old south hall 
and then a half dozen of us would go from room to room to 
see that no fire was caused from burning candles. Later on 

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in the war, when the news came that President Lincoln had 
been murdered, I was one of the boys to climb the tall ladder 
and hang in front of the columns of the old Capitol Build- 
ing, the drapery bearing the words, ' ' Hung be the heavens 
all in black. ' ^ 

Through the entire war, Iowa had reason to feel proud of 
its noble Boys in Blue. What they did at Donnellson, Pea 
Eidge, Shiloh, Corinth, Fisher Hill, Cedar Creek, before 
Vicksburg, or in their march with Sherman to the sea are 
all records of which we of Iowa may well be proud. They 
brought honor and credit to their state on every occasion 
and old Johnson County contributed her share of men to the 
glorious cause. 

The appearance of the business portion of Iowa City was 
very different in that day from what it is at the present 
time. The town itself presented rather a ragged appear- 
ance. The old Sanxay corner with the John Glenn clothing 
house next door, and from this point clear up to where the 
St. James now stands, was a row of old sheds extending 
over the sidewalk. Many of the buildings had little narrow 
windows to which was attached a little wooden shutter each 
night. The same was true of the Furbish corner on up to 
where the Burkley Hotel now stands. Some of the stores in 
those days did an immense business. A little later, I clerked 
in the Dan Elliott store at a time when Jim Elliott, Steve 
Saunders, the Shipley boys, Everett Woodstock, Middleton 
boys, and others were clerking there. Along about that 
time, goods were shipped to the stores by a little boat which 
came up the river, and among other things received were 
several large hogsheads of cane sugar and tobacco. I recall 
going up the river in a little steamer called * ' Sligo ' ' to the 
Kirkwood mill where they took on a cargo of flour for St. 
Louis. The little steamboat **Iowa'^ which ran on the river 
about this time also made several trips up and down where 
it would be hard for a boat to pass today. 

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Old Father Snyder ran a little ice-cream parlor about 
where the Coast clothing house now stands, the back yard 
of which was made into a very nice flower garden where, on 
many a Saturday night, I served ice cream to the ladies and 
gentlemen and the young people who visited the garden. 
Westf all's garden, out east of Iowa City, was quite a popu- 
lar place in those days and many of the men and women who 
are with us today, may remember the time when they visited 
the same for a social hour. Likewise, some of them will re- 
member of taking sleigh rides with large parties to Mt. 
Vernon, West Liberty, and to various school houses in 
Pleasant Valley, Scotch Grove, Newport Center, out to Tif- 
fin, and other drives about the city where we took in church 
entertainments or enjoyed the exercises of the debating 
schools, which were Yery common in the school houses of 
those days. Some of them will also remember the old Dan- 
iels store which stood on the block in which is located the 
City Hall and which did an immense business in the early 
days and the old Third Ward store managed by John Wilde 
and a host of clerks, and which building seemed a long way 
from the city. The old Gower store, where Herman Strub 
now has his store, was doing an immense business and the 
boys of those days will well remember the great string of 
sleds that they used in the winter time to haul pork over to 
the old depot and how we would take a ride on top of the 
porkers and return with the empty load. 

Dubuque Street had but few stores in those days, but 
Norwood Clark's Old Curiosity Shop with its little bay win- 
dows filled with toys and drums was as well known to the 
boys and girls of that period as was Charles Dickens' old 
Curiosity Shop to the earlier residents of London. 

The three-story building which stood on the corner of 
Dubuque and Iowa Avenue was, in those days, a place of 
popular amusement. In these halls, many entertainments 

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and concerts by the old folks were given. Pappy'' Smith, 
as tie was called, and Ms daughter, afterwards Mrs, Cree, 
and the Kimball girls and others were the moving spirits. 
Professor Smith, and later, Professor Isbell, were names 
well known in those days. 

We had no moving picture shows in those days, but the 
crowds that daily gathered at the old Music Hall to listen to 
the playing of the dulcimer were as much entertained as 
were our crowds which nightly gather at our moving picture 

There are doubtless many here today who can recall when 
the most of our entertainments were given in the Metro- 
politan Halls owned by Mr. Hutchinson. Some may recall 
the great jam on the stairway when Tom Thumb and wife 
with Commodore Nut and Minnie Warren were the attrac- 

Some who are here today may recall the time when it was 
very common to make New Year calls, and when the old 
boys who in 1876 went forth in the blizzards of that day with 
six horses hitched to a cab to carry them about the city. 
These things they will not soon forget. Many will recall 
the old band of Cowbellogans who went out on sleds drawn 
by a horse with a cowbell attached to its neck. Perhaps 
some of the girls who are older grown today, may recall 
bringing in clothes baskets as receptacles for the cards of 
those days and which resembled circus posters of today. 
And some of our older people will remember the great en- 
tertainments when the gentlemen received their lady friends 
in Ham's Hall on New Year's Day when the visitors num- 
bered many hundreds. These customs seem to be passing 

If I were to look around me closely I think I would see in 
the faces of some of the men here today some of the boys of 
the first and third ward among whom not the best feeling 

22 Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 

existed in an early day. I think they would recall some of 
the little tussles which took place in those days, especially 
if a game of ball was in progress. The games of ball were 
very different in that day from what they are at present. 
At the time that Iowa City claimed the championship of 
Iowa, Fred Sawyer, Louis Lyon, Arthur Chalfant, and the 
Finkbine boys were among the players, and methinks I see 
some familiar faces here today who were considered rather 
enthusiastic fans in those days. 

We might talk to you of events connected with the old 
Mechanics Academy taught by the father of our present 
Judge McClain, or of old Model School days and many sto- 
ries connected with Father Howe, or Colonel Trowbridge, 
or of the peculiarities of Dan Ham, and of his old coon skin 
cap, or say something of the old Banbury planing mill, or of 
the old western stage barn over on Jefferson Street, where 
a game of hide and seek among the old stage coaches which 
were kept there was a common occurrence, or of many other 
matters of a similar character, but time will not permit. 

In closing, I want to urge upon the younger generation 
here gathered together, the great need of taking an interest 
in, and becoming a part of, this association. In time, they 
become the old settlers and the stories of their earlier days 
will be as interesting to the future generations as the stories 
of the earlier settlers are to those of us of this day. It is 
up to you and I to keep alive the interest in these meetings 
and make Old Settlers ' Day a day of pleasant associations ; 
a day of hallowed memories; a day in which we meet to 
touch elbows with each other, shake hands with old friends 
and make new ones. 


[The following extracts from a sketch of the early settlers of Johnson County 
by Jesse K. Strawbridge, one of the pioneers of this county, will doubtless be 
read with much interest. Mr. Strawbridge was the father of Mrs. Gilbert K. 
Irish, who has so faithfully prepared the necrological lists each year since the 
death of her lamented husband. We present with this sketch a fine cut of Mr. 
Strawbridge. — Editor. ] 

I was born April 28, 1819, in Farm Township, York 
County, Pennsylvania. My parents were Quakers. In 1830 
my parents moved to Wayne County, Indiana, and settled 
on a farm four miles from the city of Richmond. When my 
school days were over, I learned the trade of saddle and 
harness making. At the age of 21 I married Miss Eliza- 
beth Jane Horner. In the spring of 1842 I determined to 
seek a home in the West. The distance from Richmond to 

24 Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 

Cincinnati was 65 miles, and the time required for the trip 
was 24 hours and the fare was 10 cents per mile. We took 
passage on the steamboat Amaranth" for St. Louis. The 
trip down the Ohio and up the Mississippi required about 
four days and the fare was 10 dollars. The officers of the 
boat were very polite and their attention to Mrs. Straw- 
bridge and myself made the journey very pleasant. At St. 
Louis we took passage on the steamboat Illinois" running 
from St. Louis to St. Paul and on the Illinois River. In 
due time we reached the little town of Bloomington (now 
Muscatine). The fare from St. Louis was $12.00 which in- 
cluded extra good board with very strong coffee three times 
a day, which we drank to keep off the ague. The captain 
furnished those who did not admire the strong coffee a glass 
of old English ale. Polite officers and good company, plenty 
of music and ever changing scenery made the trip a pleas- 
ant one. 

At Bloomington we took the stage for Iowa City and 
after a twelve hours' ride we reached the end of our jour- 
ney, April 19, 1842. It had required eight days of continued 
travel at a cost of fifty-two dollars for two persons. We 
obtained temporary lodging with Charles Cartwright and 
Peter Ewing who had come from Indiana the year previous. 
I rented a small frame house owned by Mr. Joseph Schell 
that stood where the Congregational church now stands. 
Using the house for a dwelling and part of it for a shop, I 
began the manufacture of harness and saddles, having made 
the first harness in the county. I sold the first set of double 
harness to Green Hill for fifty dollars in scrip; the harness 
was trimmed with brass mountings. The scrip which I 
took in payment for it was at a heavy discount. Many mer- 
chants would not take it in payment for goods and farmers 
and laborers received it with great reluctance. This scrip 
was certificates issued by the territorial officers in payment 


Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 25 

for material and labor in building the capitol. They were 
worth their face value in payment for city lots but for other 
purposes were shaved from twenty to sixty per cent. It 
was known as city scrip. I give a copy of one of the cer- 
tificates : 

Real Estate Security Iowa City 
Lots $52,700 
Office of Territorial Agent 
Iowa City, 1847 

I certify that there is now due the bearer two dollars 
which will be received at this office in payment for Iowa 
City lots sold after the first day of May, 1842. 

Jesse Williams, 

Territorial Agent. 

It will be seen that the man who bought the harness had 
the best of the bargain. 

In 1844 I purchased from Michael Freeman lot 6, block 
62, and during the fall and winter built thereon a frame 
house to which I moved in the spring of 1845. 

The next year I sold my house and lot to William Ham- 
ilton, taking horses, cattle and hogs and the use of his farm 
for one year for my pay. Leaving my harness shop in 
charge of L. L. Holliday, I farmed for one year, when my 
partner wishing to return to Pennsylvania, I bought the 
property now owned by Mrs. Theresa Hohenschuh and re- 
turned to the city and to work at my trade. Mr. Holliday 
erected in 1843 a brick dwelling on Madison Street north of 
the avenue which is the oldest brick house now in the city. 

There was good demand for harness but money was very 
hard to get. Living was cheap. As I remember prices were 
about as follows: flour $5.00 per barrel, fresh beef three 
and four cents per pound, pork two and three cents, venison 
four, wood $2.00 per cord, hay three and four dollars per 


Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 

ton, wheat twenty to thirty cents, oats ten cents, corn six 
and one-fourth cents per bushel, sugar ten, coffee eight, and 
tea seventy cents per pound. Dry goods were much higher 
than at present. Men's hoots $6.00 and women's shoes 
made to order $4.00 per pair. The early settlers lived well 
and worked hard. 

I went with horses and wagon to Bloomington in those 
days for our winter supplies, bought peaches and apples 
and dry goods. The fruit was perfect and very fine. The 
goods of better quality than one could get in Iowa City. 

A farmer brought to the city a load of wheat of very fine 
quality. There were about sixty bushels in the load, and he 
offered it to John Powell for a pair of boots, but Powell 
would not take the wheat in trade, but would sell the boots 
on credit. The man bought the boots and gave his note in 
payment and hauled his load of wheat back home. Henry 
McDowell of Big Grove told me he spent one winter hauling 
his wheat crop to Bloomington where he sold it to the firm 
of Lemp & Sells for thirty cents per bushel, half cash and 
half trade. It should be remembered that in those days 
grain was cut with the cradle and sickle and thrashed with 
a flail, or tramped out with horses or oxen. 

In 1851 shop work was not agreeing with me. I sold out 
to Mr. Montgomery and took up forty acres of school land 
in Newport township and bought of E. K. Morse his claim 
to one hundred and sixty acres, on which was a cabin, and 
in the spring of 1852 moved into the cabin and began the 
opening of a farm. The claim which I bought of Morse was 
first made by Willie Webster, who with many others per- 
ished in 1849 trying to reach California by the way of Death 
Valley. When the land came into market I entered with a 
land warrant issued for service in the war with Mexico. 
Subsequently I bought eighty acres of land which made my 
farm consist of two hundred and forty acres of plow land 

Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 27 

and forty acres of timber. In 1853 I planted six acres of 
corn. The seed was brought from Wabash by Chas. Cart- 
wright. The stalks grew to the height of fifteen feet and 
eared very heavy. The lowest ears were eight feet from 
the ground; a herd of oxen broke into the field and could 
not reach a single ear and did no damage. The corn ripened 
well. I do not know how much it yielded per acre but it was 
the biggest crop of corn I ever raised. 

In the fall of 1853 I rented my farm to John Hunter and 
entered into partnership with Dr. J. P. Coulter in a steam 
saw mill on Sanders Creek in Newport Township where we 
sawed the lumber for buildings and fences on our farms 
which joined. We also sawed an immense amount of lum- 
ber for sale and for customers who hauled their logs to the 
mill. In 1856 we sold the saw mill to W. H. Woods and 
Eobert Coulter and I returned to the farm to improve it, 
and rear my family. In 1889 my wife died and my family 
becoming scattered, I disposed of my farm, and having done 
so I returned to Iowa City. 


[Eobert A. Bane was one of the very early settlers of Johnson County, and 
for many years one of its prominent and respected citizens. We publish below 
some extracts from a letter from the pen of Samuel E. Bane, his son, contrib- 
uted to a local paper, giving some interesting facts concerning pioneer life. — 

My parents, Robert A. Bane and Sarah G. Davidson, were 
natives of Rockbridge County, Virginia, and emigrated to 
Illinois by wagon in 1836, and located in Mercer County, 
and engaged in farming. 

In 1842 they located in Johnson County, four miles south 
of Iowa City, in the John Gilbert "Indian trading house'', 
a double log cabin with a space between, about eight or ten 
feet, all covered with one roof. Gilbert had gone and this 
property was then owned by John Stover, a pioneer hotel 
keeper, who erected a large brick building, corner of College 
and Capitol streets, known as the "Pennsylvania House''. 

This building remained many years, a mark of "early 
days" in Iowa City. My father with his family, two sons 
and two daughters, and his mother remained here four 

Engaged in farming and in the year 1846 sold to "John 
Powell pioneer merchant and meat market", three thousand 
bushels of corn for nine cents per bushel. The corn was 
loaded on boats, west of the cabin, and taken down the river 
to St. Louis. 

Nine cents per bushel, you say! Yes, just nine cents, and 
about the same amount remained on hand, was sold in 
smaller bulk, and used on farms. 

This was a good price for corn, at that time. Let us fig- 
ure it out for you — then think again. Fourteen bushels 

Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 29 

corn. Nine cents per bushel, $1.26. Land, prairie or tim- 
ber, $1.25 per acre. Fourteen bushels would purchase one 
acre, and one penny remained to apply on taxes. How 
many are there today that would exchange that amount of 
corn for land I Don't all speak at once for that would prove 
a bumper crop on hand. 

During the winter of 1842-43, my father trapped and shot 
forty-two wolves, wild game was abundant, but only enough 
for use was killed for that purpose. My father never re- 
lated of killing but one turkey, while living in the old trading 
house, a wild gobbler that weighed twenty-eight pounds, 
and turkeys were plenty. The writer has seen large flocks 
making daily visits to the corn cribs, in severe winters, and 
they often v/ould depart unmolested. 

This '^double log cabin" once stood upon an historic spot, 
and was a landmark of early settlement and its foundation 
should be permanently marked. 

Here in this trading house my parents resided four years. 
In this cabin a brother was born, Calvin H., March 1, 1843. 
In this cabin my grandmother died, with that dread disease, 

Asiatic cholera", that was then sweeping over the land. 
In this cabin many travelers were sheltered and fed. In 
this cabin members of the legislature had a lodging place 
and the old substantial ^ ^ bill of fare", wheat and corn bread, 
venison, prairie chicken, pork and beans, southern cane mo- 
lasses, honey — in comb, strained, and boiled. 

No travelers were refused admittance, and no charge de- 
manded for lodging, for in these days the pioneers were 
not arrayed in '^classes", all were working for the interests 
of not only themselves, but for all. Exceptions were few. 

The Indian burying ground was near this now ^'historic 
place" and they would visit the place twice a year, spring 
and fall — would remain for a time and then depart, but a 
few of the tribe would linger and investigate after their 


30 Johnson County Old Settlers^ Association 

My father could speak the Indian dialect to a limited ex- 
tent and by words and signs could converse with them, hav- 
ing lived among them several years in Illinois, but the point 
with the Indian was something to eat for ^^self and corn 
for pony. They got it too. 

The squaws generally invaded the house, and would take 
anything given them, then ask for more. 

The writer of these notes taken from a record, and mem- 
ory, as related does not consider himself an ^*old settler'' 
however, a native of Johnson County, having first seen the 
light of day in a log cabin on the late Samuel H. McCrory 
homestead, east of Iowa City, and was named by this model 
citizen, pioneer post master and early settler, prudent and 
intelligent, obedient, benevolent, and patient, always ready 
and willing to advocate the interests that would benefit man- 
kind. All this and more, Samuel H. McCrory in his life- 
time possessed. 

Only two of our family survive, James W., a resident of 
76 years, except three years in the Civil War. Three broth- 
ers were in this war — 22nd Iowa Infantry. John D. gave up 
his life upon the battlefield at Winchester, Va., the state of 
his nativity. 


[The old settlers are always interested in any news, or comment, concerning 
Col. John P. Irish, one of the best known men born in Johnson County. The 
following, taken from a San Francisco paper, will be of interest. — Editor.] 

Colonel John P. Irish has joined the overall movement. 

As a matter of fact, he joined it way back in 1909 when 
he went to a store and purchased 65 cents worth of blue 
denim, took it to a tailor and had it made up into a suit. 
The whole thing cost him $12.65, and he still has the suit. 

^^The outfit is up at the ranch, ^' says the Colonel, *^but 
I have sent for it and intend to wear it. ' ' 

Colonel Irish made it plain that the fact that he is going 
to effect a saving by wearing overalls is not to mean that 
he will wear a necktie, an invention for which he has no use 
or sympathy. 

Whenever I used tu go to New York," he said, ^^I 
stopped af the Waldorf-x\storia and paid $7 a day for a 
room. It was in 1902 that a fellow stuck out his foot and 
stopped me as I was going in for breakfast. 
^What's the matter r I said. 
*You have no necktie on,' was his reply. 
*^I told him that I was not certain that he had an under- 
shirt on and that it was none of his business anyway, and I 
never went back to the place. 

^^I have eaten with presidents and state officials,'' the 
Colonel added, ^^and never once did I wear a necktie." 


[The Finkbine brothers of Des Moines have always shown a deep interest in 
the Johnson County Old Settlers' Association. One or more have attended the 
annual meeting for many years. Charles A. Finkbine, the oldest of the four 
brothers, passed away at Des Moines in July, 1920. We copy the following 
from the announcement of his death in the Des Moines Begister. — Editor.] 

Charles A. Finkbine, president and general manager of 
the Wisconsin Lumber Company, died at his home, 2929 
Grand Avenue, Thursday evening at 6 o^clock after an ill- 
ness which had confined him to his bed for several weeks. 
He had been in failing health for nearly five years. 

Mr. Finkbine 's death occurred exactly nineteen years 
after the end came to his father, the late Eobert S. Fink- 
bine. Both passed away on July 8. Robert Finkbine died 
in Des Moines in 1901. 

Mr. Finkbine was born in Iowa City, November 16, 1853, 
a son of the late Robert S. Finkbine. He graduated from 
the liberal arts department of the University of Iowa in 
1875. The next year he read law in the office of Clark and 
Haddock. He received his degree from the law school at 
the State University in 1877. 

Mr. Finkbine first began the practice of his profession at 
Council Bluffs where he opened a law office in partnership 
with Lewis W. Ross. Later he moved to Des Moines and 
associated with the late George McClellan. 

It was about this time that the young attorney made a 
change that affected his entire future career. Going to 
northern Iowa he embarked in the lumber business. He re- 
turned to Des Moines in 1882 and founded the Wisconsin 
Lumber Company which under his management grew to be 
one of the largest lumber concerns in Iowa. 

Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 33 

Mr. Finkbine took an active interest in the advancement 
of the lumber industry. He was twice elected president of 
the Northwestern Lumbermen's Association and a director 
for several terms. He was also interested in local politics 
but steadily refused to become a candidate for office. 

Mr. Finkbine was married to Miss Blanche Mills, daugh- 
ter of F. M. Mills, veteran Des Moines newspaper man who 
is now a resident of Sioux Falls, S. D. Mrs. Finkbine sur- 
vives, together with a daughter, Anna, and two sons, Roger 
and Frank, who are connected with the lumber company, 
Mr, Finkbine also leaves three brothers, William 0., and 
Edwin C, of Des Moines, and Harry M., of Atlantic, Iowa. 


Some time ago the Editor called upon Mr. Robert A. 
McChesney, one of our odest living pioneers, and obtained 
from him a large amount of data concerning the Western 
Stage Company, which was a well known transportation 
company in the early territorial days. 

In some manner the papers containing the data were mis- 
placed and we have been unable to find them. 

We do not feel like trusting to our memory in preparing 
the article, but hope in some future number of the Year 
Book to present a complete article descriptive of this com- 
pany, which had a very interesting history. 



August 20, 1919, to August 20, 1920 
Compiled by Mbs. G. R. Irish 


Perry E. Clark, son of Ezekiel 
Clark, pioneer of Johnson 
County, Iowa 67 8 

JULY, 1919 
M. J. O'Brien, 


AUGUST, 1919 

Mrs. Ida Mae Kimball Pryce 63 10 
Mrs. William Pratt (nee 

Trotter) 77 29 

Frank Miller 56 30 

Eugene Paine 80 31 


Mrs. Ira Tulloss 63 1 

Zaccheus Seeman 69 1 

Mrs. Sarah Cropley 77 6 

Mrs. Emil Grimm 51 6 

Mrs. Philip Klein 77 7 

Mrs. Asenath Watts 82 10 

Mrs. Ann Edwards 87 8 

Joseph McGinnis 72 15 

Mrs. Elizabeth Mattes 83 22 

George King 78 20 

Mrs. Samuel Yarbrough . . . . 75 30 

Dr. W. B. Bixby 27 17 

Mrs. John Struck 57 18 

OCTOBER, 1919 

Mrs. Robert Bulechek 30 5 

Mrs. John G. Marner 43 6 

Eli Hill 56 9 

.lohn Harden Berry 73 14 



, 57 




, 74 


David Griffith 

, 73 









William Frederic Herring. , 

. 62 


Mrs. Sarah Rife 



Mrs. John Bell 

, 80 





Robert B. Smith 

. 80 


Raymond S, Wall 



, 72 




Mrs. Elizabeth Gossen- 



John Wesley McKray 



A. C. Underwood 



Mrs. Freeling S. Webster. . 



Mrs. Cal. Preston 

. 48 





, 58 


, 81 






Mrs. Carrie 0. Brooks. . . . . 

. 74 


Miss Delia Haas. 





Johnson County Old Settlers^ Association 35 


Mrs. Eobert O'Brien 75 22 

Adam Gill 93 26 

Mrs. Lovell Swisher 68 29 

Mrs. Mary Ward Churchill. . 66 26 

Mrs. Belinda Beuter 81 28 

Mrs. Wilbur D. Cannon 50 29 

Thomas McFarlane 84 24 

Jacob Weeber 90 19 

James Hardy 94 31 

John Petsel 76 30 

Joel Lightner 80 26 

JANUARY, 1920 

Dr. Laura A. Branson 52 1 

George A. Ewing 78 3 

Isaac Furbish 86 5 

Joseph K. Corlett 82 7 

John L. Berry 78 11 

William Cox 67 12 

Daniel Leuz, Sr 65 18 

Mrs.^Lucy F. Dupont 83 17 

John Allin 85 20 

Mrs. James Calta 60 18 

Mrs. James McEaith 61 24 

Mrs. Mary Ann Hardy 83 18 

Mrs. Philip Sim 70 20 

Mrs. Alice Parsons Kessler 71 25 

Wm. D. Stewart 65 25 

Mrs. Mary Sehwaigert 74 23 

Joseph Hardek 84 27 

Raymond Fisher 33 26 

Frances Payne 76 27 


Isaac Weeber 79 1 

Mrs. Frances Elizabeth 

Eunkel 75 1 

Mrs. Michael Zilver 84 4 

Mrs. Mary McCullough 

Clark 76 9 

Mrs. J. M. Howell 63 12 

Mrs. Joshua Fowle 81 1 

Margaret A. Hogan 28 16 

George Yavorsky 32 17 


Harry K. Waite 37 16 

Margaret Connell 52 5 

Frank W. Tomash 58 18 

Mrs. David W. Coffey 49 20 

Mrs. Charles Stuttsman 24 19 

Mrs. Pauline Myers 74 19 

James W. Britton 79 20 

Mrs. Harry K. Waite 39 20 

Mrs. Henry Hertz 85 18 

Peter Williams 32 23 

Mrs. B. H. Turner (nee 

Hanley) 30 10 

Mrs. Lester Michael 33 18 

Earl Moore 29 6 

Michael Gilroy 81 29 

Mary J. Miller 24 3 

James Fiehaly 74 17 

Ward Frazee 60 26 

Mrs. Delia Houser 76 16 

Mrs. Joseph Krai 41 10 

Mrs. William Feltman '41 14 

Margaret Ogilvie 37 15 

Mrs. Milo K. Miller 22 6 

MARCH, 1920 

Mrs. Lavina Davis 82 2 

Dr. J. P. Von Stein 72 2 

Wm. McCullough 76 6 

J. C. Hedges 74 8 

Wm. P. Hohenschuh 61 ' 19 

Wm. J. Dunkel 80 20 

Jacob Kloos 74 22 

Wm. Leeney 63 13 

Mrs. Levi Knepps 48 22 

John Krai, Sr 73 24 

Miss Hannah Reilly 63 24 

Mrs. Daniel Halladay 54 18 

Mrs. Harold E. Williams... 26 9 

Michael Zilver 79 31 

Mrs. James Aubrecht 65 14 

APRIL, 1920 

Jacob Worthman 52 2 

36 Johnson County Old Settlers' Association 


Mrs. W. T. Utz 63 3 

Mrs. Geo. W. De Vault 71 13 

Mrs. Isadore King Fallon. . 68 28 

Mrs. Mary Shirk Gwin 58 23 

John Alberhasky 52 28 

MAY, 1920 

Fred O. Parvin 63 1 

Charles Wieder 63 1 

Mrs. John Delaney. 30 1 

Lorin Owen . 68 6 

Mrs. Helen Stevens Close. . . 73 9 

Edward Schneider 53 11 

Stephen Bradley 70 13 

David Kirkpatrick 91 13 

George A. Mullin 69 9 

Mrs. Frank Kessler 79 6 

Michael Shircliff 81 18 

Mrs. Margaret Cochran. ... 80 19 

Mrs. Charles Meardon 48 22 

James White 72 27 

Mrs. Catherine Donohoe .... 78 30 

JUNE, 1920 

Mrs. Mary Brennan 59 2 

Mrs. John N. Coldren 75 5 

Thomas Kelly 88 5 

Mrs. Emma Stratton 78 6 

William ^at^on 45 9 

Mrs. Bj^sira Shindler 8 14 

Bruce fljftterson 78 16 

Mrs. W. F. Slaughter 43 15 

Joseph W. Rich 81 12 

Mrs. A. J. Garrison — 13 

George Hormel 62 17 

Mrs. Thomas Jordan 63 19 

John Brant 82 14 


Joseph Karl 63 15 

Mrs. James Hogan 63 27 

Mrs. F. L. Flanagan 79 9 

Samuel Stauffer 70 29 

Mrs. Amy Hartsock Price . . 69 27 

JULY, 1920 

Mrs. John C. Cumberland. . 29 1 

Mrs. John Eoegle 63 2 

Mrs. W. H. Bailey 58 4 

Charles A. Finkbine 67 8 

Mrs. Isaac Meyers 73 5 

Charles B. Howe 46 5 

Mrs. Christina Cuber 83 15 

Mrs. J. W. Metzinger. . 67 16 

Mrs. Ed A. Boerner 55 16 

Mrs. Chas. Coglan 57 16 

Benhard Kesselring ........ 39 8 

Mrs. Thomas Dewey ,74 19 

Mrs. O. A. Patterson 82 20 

Mrs. Barbara Eemline 89 23 

Thomas Conner 53 22 

Miss Mary Craig 67 24 

Mrs. E. A. Jones. — 30 

AUGUST, 1920 

Mrs. S. C. Little 77 1 

Stephen Edson Paine 90 10 

Mrs. Joseph Swaner 47 10 

Henry C. Korn .' . — 8 

Mrs. Jennie Allen ByruQs ... 76 10 

Dr. Ernest Kegel 45 10 

Mrs. Jacob J. Metzger 67 16 

Mrs. Maud Elliott Frary. . . 33 15 

Mrs. James Krai Tesar 45 5 

A. H. Maas 60 14